"What do you think it means?" Shen Jiangli quietly gazed at her, his profound eyes revealing no emotion, yet Han Manyin felt a chilling danger lurking within them.
She pursed her lips. From their brief interactions these past few days, she had come to understand a bit about Shen Jiangli's temperament. Although he seemed gentle and always ready to smile, appearing approachable, his malevolence was actually hidden deep in his bones.
Every time he looked at someone with that gaze, it was a precursor to anger.
He disliked it when others pried into his private matters, or perhaps it was because she had not yet entered his heart.
Han Manyin was very astute, knowing that she was still in the process of gaining his favor, and should not overstep her bounds. Hence, she lowered her head and said, "It's just that you are good friends, so you would naturally help and look after her."